Growth

(13-10-07)

A flower blooms,

fragrant

true to form

and intention.

Unplucked

blossoms.

Eyes behold beauty .

Unbidden,

growing

flourishing –

sweet aroma and attraction.

Sands shift in the desert,

ever-changing,

creating wondrous forms,

enveloping and enticing,

lost.

Undulating,

soothing,

hidden life below.

Rain

make the desert bloom.

Unformed

infants

nurtured

into maturity

clinging and growing

seeds taking form

fulfilling

potential.

Spirit

blossoming,

flourishing

with love.

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Daughter

She’s grown now

Has a life of her own

All choices, hers.

Daughter to woman

And such a woman.

She makes me proud

And glad of the effort

The direction

Encouragement

Love.

Where is the Love?

She sits at her desk

Head on folded arms

Escape in school

From home-life harm.

Hunger gnaws at her belly

Tiredness in her bones

Where is parental love

And care?

She gazes at happy children

And wonders

Where is her chance?

Teacher

Sends her for toast.

One need met.

Tries to build confidence

Reassurance

Affirmation.

She heads home

To neglect.

Officialdom

Monitors closely.

Where is the love?